1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 128 Liu Xiaoli: So I Want to Improve Too! (Please Subscribe!)
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That day, many strangers spontaneously came to the train station to see the loyal dog off. The old lady selling tea eggs said with red eyes, "It has finally waited for its owner."

Later, the train station employees raised funds to erect a small bronze statue in the square in front of the station, with the words "Hachiko, the loyal dog" engraved on it.

The bronze statue is positioned directly opposite the exit, as if it were still there, waiting for the person who will never return.

Time has passed, and the train station has undergone several renovations and expansions, but the small bronze statue has always remained in its original place. Every passing traveler may not notice it, but there are always some who will stop, read the story on the base, and be moved by a loyalty that transcends species.

As Chen Fusheng put down his pen to conclude the story, he couldn't help but feel his eyes welling up with tears.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face and came back to find his mother-in-law reading his novel.

Besides his wife, his mother-in-law was also his second reader of this novel... no, sometimes she was the first.

Just like today, he left work early and finished writing the ending of his novel, but his wife hadn't come home from get off work yet, so his mother-in-law became the first reader.

Chen Fusheng didn't want to bother his mother-in-law, but seeing that she was also moved to tears by the ending of "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale," he couldn't pretend not to see it. So, after hesitating for a second, he still took some tissues from the living room and handed them to his mother-in-law.

"Thank you~"

After wiping her nose with the tissue her son-in-law handed her, the mother-in-law sighed and said, "Ah, Fusheng, if your novel were published, I wonder how many people would shed tears!"

Chen Fusheng opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

But just then, the sound of his daughter crying after waking up came from next door, which conveniently saved him from his predicament.

Not long after, Liu Xiaoli also came home from get off work.

Seeing her husband playing with their daughter in the living room, she asked in a low voice with a puzzled tone, "Honey, what's wrong with my mom? I greeted her in the yard just now, and I noticed her eyes were red."

"Why don't you just ask Mom directly instead of coming to me?"

"I asked, and she told me to ask you."

Seeing his wife's suspicious look, Chen Fusheng didn't keep her in suspense and directly handed over the 'culprit'.

"Here's the answer. Take your time to look at it."

Liu Xiaoli subconsciously reached out and took the novel her husband handed her, glanced through it, and then exclaimed in shock, "You actually finished writing it!"

She paused for a moment, then asked, "When was it written?"

"I finished filming this afternoon, and I didn't have anything important to do at the bureau, so I came back early to finish the ending," Chen Fusheng smiled at his wife.

They also asked, "What about you? Haven't you gotten your scenes yet?"

"No." Liu Xiaoli shook her head and said, "It won't be that fast. Director Yang Jie is a perfectionist, and sometimes he can't even shoot one scene a day. So my scenes will probably have to wait until the end of the year."

Chen Fusheng was slightly taken aback after hearing this, and thought to himself: Well, this is the speed of Director Yang Jie!

After that, Liu Xiaoli stopped talking to Chen Fusheng and sat down on the sofa to read the novel.

Moreover, since Chen Fusheng has finished writing the novel this time, she doesn't continue reading from yesterday, but plans to read it from beginning to end, so that it will be more coherent.

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even notice her husband saying goodbye as he carried their daughter away.

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In the spring of 1981, before the chill of the north had completely dissipated, this small town on the North China Plain was already showing signs of vitality.

The willow trees in front of the train station had sprouted new buds, swaying gently in the slightly chilly wind. Li Mingyuan, carrying his suitcase, stood on the platform and took a deep breath.

He was among the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination. He had just graduated from the provincial capital and was assigned to work in the county, becoming a technician in the railway bureau.

The platform was bustling with people, mostly wearing blue-gray uniforms, with the occasional young woman dressed in brighter colors, her braids tied with red or yellow hair ties.
"Mingyuan!"

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When Chen Fusheng returned with his daughter, he was surprised to see that his wife's eyes had also turned red.

So I couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the answer now?"

Liu Xiaoli was crying, but her husband's words made her laugh out loud.

After a long pause, Liu Xiaoli composed herself and said, "I feel that if your novel were made into a movie, it might be even more moving."

Chen Fusheng asked, quite surprised, "Why?"

"Because when I was reading it, I felt like I had a picture in my mind, imagining a dog waiting for its owner to return at the train station platform, day after day, year after year. If that kind of impact were expressed through a camera lens, it would be even stronger," Liu Xiaoli said earnestly.

“Not bad, you have the talent to be a screenwriter. Why don’t you adapt it into a script, honey?” Chen Fusheng suddenly suggested.

To be honest, Liu Xiaoli was actually a little tempted, but she wasn't very confident and hesitated, saying, "I can't write scripts, and I think I was influenced by you, which is why I thought about it a bit more just now."

"Don't be so quick to dismiss yourself. If you want to do it, just give it a try. Besides, I'll be there to back you up," Chen Fusheng encouraged.

As long as Liu Xiaoli is ambitious, Chen Fusheng will naturally want to cultivate her to be even more outstanding. After all, a couple's relationship will only become stronger if they progress together. If one person is too much stronger than the other, their relationship will eventually run into problems.

"Then I'll give it a try?" With her husband's encouragement and support, Liu Xiaoli finally decided to take the first step.

"Okay, good luck. Honey, you should write it yourself first. Use the script templates in my study. Only by writing it yourself will you know 'how to write a script'."

Seeing that his wife was listening attentively, Chen Fusheng paused for a moment and continued to encourage her: "Actually, the script is not difficult. Maybe when you finish writing the script for 'Hachiko,' you will find that it is not so difficult after all!"

"Really?" Liu Xiaoli felt like her husband was lying to her.
"Really, trust me."

"Okay, then I'll try my best to become a female screenwriter!"

Liu Xiaoli nodded seriously, suddenly feeling full of energy.

I felt an urge to start creating right now.

At the same time, she finally truly empathized with her husband's feelings on the night he created "Bullfight".

I truly understand why he can write all night long.

Because putting your inner story on paper is a kind of romance that only creators can understand, and it also brings a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

It's not just about the fame and income after the work is published.

Upon realizing this, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion: So, I also want to improve!
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The next day, Chen Fusheng printed out two copies of his novel manuscript while he was at work.

I brought one home and gave it to my wife to adapt.

He mailed another copy to the Shanghai-based magazine "Harvest," as agreed upon with Mr. Ba Jin.

　PS1: Let's stick with the original name, it sounds smoother!
　　PS2: There were some issues with the earlier part of the story, and I've been revising it these past couple of days, so updates have been a bit less frequent. Please understand!
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